Why, lemme tell yuh what they done!" Glendora slipped behind and was forgotten while Casey told the story of his wrongs.

In no particular, according to his version, had he been other than law-abiding.

Nobody, he declaimed heatedly, had ever taken HIM by the scruff of the neck and shaken him like a pup, and got away with it, and nobody ever would.

Casey was Irish and his father had been Irish, and the Ryan never lived that took sass and said thank-yuh.
His new friend listened with just that degree of sympathy which encourages the unburdening of the soul.

When Casey next awoke to the fact that he was getting farther and farther away from home, they were away past Claremont and still going to the full extent of the speed limit.